When one instrument creates a symphony that sings and chimes and rings.
My heart can speak of more than love my scars bleed more than pain
but the stars can never shine more bright on an evening full of rain.
I wish you LOVE for 2 - 0 - 1 - 3
True love the kind we all want it to be
If we keep open heart (and eye)
Love will never pass us by
I wish you LOVE for 2 - 0 - 1 - 3 !I wish you JOY in 2 - 0 - 1 - 3
Happiness & Joy to you from me
If we are happy every day
joy will help us...
Can’t go Can’t let anyone know Stuck here Out of air Almost drowning in despair Hopeless Useless Hiding away in the darkness Broken Beyond repair Longing for some fresh air Why must I always fall Just another brick in the wall Sad eyes Broken heart Always has to...
bearer too many times to count,
though tales of those lives I'll happily recount.
And though you still are alive
I feel the need to cut our ties.
Because your family aside you tossed,
my respect and love combined you lost.
You are no role model; a fraud instead.
so i wrote this poem long back ! just sharing with you all :
with lakhs of people travelling
and thousands of passing by
i found myself in the midst
just gazing at the sky
for i need to choose
which road to travel by
making decision was not so hard previously
but this time it...
Every time, all day, all night
All I’m doing is to fight
I’m currently thinking of you
Thinking how can we make this true
I never thought that I’ll feel this
Towards you, feeling such a great bliss
Having you all the time in my side
Can make me survive a big wave and a...
stored and waiting for when you need help;
capturing value from what has passed
but you'd better learn to read fast
since you don't want to get caught staring at pages
and make a mistake for the ages.
Improvise and be quick on your feet
to best handle the challenges...
differently, facing the world without a smile or being a confident girl, it was a struggle for me, growing up as a kid, my childhood could've been with thorns or fire lids. I stepped into Japan, not really born, but removed to suffer the torture I will endorse. I cried every...
innocence I deserved
You stole the life I once enjoyed
You made me hate my life
You made me want to commit suicide
You killed. Me and have no idea
I was the innocent one why did u do this to me?
I fight daily to be strong
But it's so hard when I live in a fog
You killed me...
IT'S RAINING LOVE ~ Yes Love is all aroundIt's raining Love ~ every sight and every soundFeel the Love fall sweetly to the groundI love it when it's raining Love !It's raining Love ~ it's there for all to seeIt's raining Love ~ it's there for you and meLove is the essence of this...
even like reading poems. Here's a, let's just say, an exclusive post for EP users. This one is going to be up on Wattpad right after.
I Can Not Fathom The Love
Because there are so many things to uphold of
I never believe in true love
Nor will I ever experience in one
little slight still does hurt.
My innards retch and bile lurches;
My heart flails and my mind searches.
I seek respite but get no such purchase.
I am excited but resist some urges;
My mouth opens and verbally purges.
The words mean that emotion surges.
here's the poem I wrote for him when he was much smaller than he is today :)
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Sleepless Night With Baby Boy
A floorboard creaks
In the blue light of the TV
Mother and Baby asleep
He, at her breast
between dream and nourishing...
I've written many many poems. Since I was 8-9 I've loved writing them but of course they've changed through time and matured.
Poems is one of my best way to express my feelings or my ideas of a story or something.
Once the North wind made love with the seaand a tiny little wave soon came to beFather Wind would guide him as he grewHis Mother was the sea he traveled throughand as they brought him closer to the shoreeach day he would grow a little moreand safe within the arms of Mother SeaHe...
our hearts pumping and swollen with electric love, precious breath moving through parted lips. I would have kissed you in that burning room, muggy with smoke and one-night abandon. I would have loved you intensely, our souls embracing in the warmth of the city lights. I would...
between bravery and fear.
Travelling roads and crossing fences
thtoughout these united states of experiences.
I lived there before it was overrun.
I've vacationed there and it was fun.
I'll be here, for now at least.
A place of joy among some peace.
here's one of my favourites, and one of my few non-rhyming (or at least less-rhyming) poems
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"Eulogy For A Thief"
Judge me not for I now stand before God.
I am a thief -- I took property; cheated games; coveted words and ideas; stole glances, moments...
Chatting about dirty things,
My skin flushes and hormones sing.
What I miss
Though is a kiss.
My heart would flutter as I feel
My distant lover become real.
And the rest...
Are they the best?
Or is it happily enough
To once again feel loved?
The good days seem to flood back.
In the bright, afternoon light,
Maybe one day you'll be here,
When I open my eyes to greet another day.
Knowing it's full of misery, loneliness, and pain.
As I regain consciousness,
the gloomy days start to settle in,
One by one.
At least when I...
If all we had were memories,
…of the quite times in each other’s arms.
Feeling calm, lifted, warm and floating,
…would you know I was thinking of you?
If all we had were feelings,
...tilting our heads forward to brush cheeks.
Feeling like two melting into one,
but it remains
Trees bring comfort but steal the scene
Birds sing lovely but then they leave
If you want pleasure until the end
You need to nurture the whole garden
I was young a long time ago
I stay steady in my love for you
Despite my size I still may fall
I speak the truth...
if you find it silly and crazy and don't understand it....LOL! ;)))
****Silly Fluffy Cats****
Three cats like to play
In a garden - sometimes together,
With their green ball of leather!
Two are white and fluffy
one green and the other
blue-eyed as blue...
That didn't reflect well on you
When I crossed the state line
To Indiana the chimes
Started to be a bit more kind
As I got farther from home
Illinois had me think some
But no solution would come
Then I reached Wisconsin
And by now started thinking...
I have this wanting in my heart and confusion in my mind.
The words I’ve left unspoken haunt me all the time.
There are nights I wake crying when I wish that you were near.
To hold me in your arms and kiss away this tear.
Right now my heart is deep...
Whats the use of a heart
When your heart gets broken
Whats the use of breath
When you leave me Breathless
Whats the use of a soul
When your soul gets stolen
Whats the use of Speech
When you never Speak to me
Whats the point of Feelings
When someone disliked you for them
You were there for me so many times
in my darkest days.
But when you had your hill to climb
I slumbered in a haze.
Had I awakened to your need,
Brought a smile to your lips,
You would have known my love for you
Your tension from you slips.
And so you...
fingers running through your hair
Dream of me warmly pressed against your skin
Dream because I can't come in
Dream of my kisses along your back
Dream of the sweet way that I talk
Dream about all that we could do
Dream away since I'm not there with you.
I flash back and see
Of a girl crying in a corner,
wishing they didn't scorn her.
Breaking down inside,
looking for a place to hide.
Of a girl always looking down,
averting shameful eyes from their frown.
She's all alone,
without a home...?
Of a girl filled with...
does it feel good
do you not see that a word hits harder
what do you gain,
to see the one you supposedly love in pain
are you any more a man
just because you don't raise a hand.
do you not see the woman
you have turned into a little girl again.
do you think you...
Somewhere near there is a destination.
But anxious thoughts don't have such an end.
The wormlike things defy resolution.
Twisting around and coming back again.
To overwhelm the psyches of their victims.
up in the dark
You hear judgmental words
Calling you names
Saying no one loves you
Explaining everything you've done wrong
Making your self scream
This voice in side your head
Your trying to understand
we're it's coming from
and beautifully flawed.
The pureness of your love leaves me speechless and awed.
Your eyes glitter like diamonds through the tears of past pain. With your head held high your broken smile holds no shame.
I wrote this when I was 17. I wasn't in the best of states. I had been cutting a week. But soon after I wrote this I got over my life and pulled my-self back together.
The wind combs my hair, the silk of the breeze so smooth.
The sparkles in the night sky, they shine so bright...
Rain rain come this way
I need you to fall on me today
Color the skies a beautiful gray
Fragrance the earth with my dismay
Let lightening dance in the sky
& thunder roll against the tide
I need to wash away this pain within
Its creepin beneath my own skin
Let your waters seep...
planin life as in deathI'd rather be burned than living in deathreviverelivelivea brighter dayagain follow Menelausthe tragic oathpromises for the feast of vermin and pestsfire of fireoh be kindthis life is built and burned again though I know i will failget up again...
feel like losing myself again
to drive into forgetfulness
back to thoughts, feelings, where i did'nt really care
I am now borded, i feel like coming back to a memory
i would like to loose myself again
I can't give you all you need
Because I'm already married
You can hold my interest but not my hand
Though I know you want to feel a man
You want to be the focus of his attention
But I can't do anything I'd be ashamed to mention
Despite my position I'm not mean
i stare at the sky.
i just want to fly.
why am i here?
while the end is near.
i hear a scream.
am i in a dream?
my dear old friend,
dead in the end,
leaving me alone behind,
while i am blind.
all of my kin
burned for their sin.
i fall and hopelessly lay
there appeared a ray.
and so here is the poem that I wrote for him when he was a baby.
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"Fussy Nights With Baby Boy"
Do you remember when
we would lie on the yellow couch
listening to jazz on CBC
as crickets provided the words?
Occasionally racoons would fight...
and here's one of my older ones. I like this one because it is a double entendre, a poem within a poem.
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Their glory flares for but one day, then quickly fades and falls away. Stems stand strong among many leaves, when orange wanes, remains the...